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done,” he said, “but you stay on my terms.”
    “Sex.” She glanced at the front of his jeans. The blush that had been receding flared again. “What about you?”
    “I wouldn’t object to being sucked on for a while,” he said arrogantly.
    Her pink tongue came out to lick full lips and more blood scorched its way to his groin.
    “Your brothers,” she replied faintly.
    “Gone to town for pizza.” As the words left his mouth his hands dropped to his belt. He watched her watching him in fascination as he dropped his pants and shorts. His cock sprang forward in enthusiastic release. “Be my guest,” he growled.
    Callie’s eyes darkened with renewed passion. Then she amazed him by dropping to her knees in front of him. His legs trembled. Any sex they’d shared in the past had been strictly conventional. He’d never felt her mouth on him. The thought of it made him so hard he ached. When she tentatively touched him with her tongue his knees almost buckled. He’d never expected her to play with him but she did, lapping and lashing and teasing his taut flesh until he thought he’d go crazy if she didn’t give him more. He heard a groan rumble from his chest. Then he grasped two handfuls of her thick hair and urged her closer.
    When she finally took him deep into her mouth and against her throat he thought he would explode. She used her lips and tongue and teeth to lick him, stroke him, suck him. Her fingers found his balls, gently caressing until they drew up tight into his body. His cock swelled, blood pulsing through his veins in a fever pitch of excitement. She made him so damn hot that he couldn’t stop shuddering. Then she brought him to a release that staggered his breathing. Pleasure ripped up his spine as she sucked him dry and brought him to his knees.
    Rylan wrapped his arms around Callie and clutched her tightly against his chest, using her as an anchor while his world spun. They clung to each other for several long minutes, chests heaving in exertion.
    When he finally regained some control he glared at her furiously. “Who the hell taught you how to do that?”
    She blinked at him owlishly. “I don’t suppose you’d believe it’s my first time?”
    The lie made him even more furious. “Hell no! He rose to his feet and drew her up with him. “Do I have fool written on my forehead?” They glared at each other for a few tension-filled seconds but she didn’t offer any explanations. He cursed himself for asking or caring then jerked his pants back up and fastened them.
    “Why are you really here? Are you just at loose ends this summer?”
    “I have some free time right now and I wanted to come.”
    “I thought you were getting a master’s degree in art education so that you could teach at the college level,” he said. “Are you just biding time until fall?”
    “I never intended to teach college classes.”
    “You’re going to teach high school?” He could understand that sort of a career and he knew that a master’s degree greatly increased the pay scale for teachers.
    “No.”
    “Then what? What good is a degree in art except to teach it to somebody else?”
    “There are lots of uses for it.”
    “Such as?”
    “I could work at a museum. There’s always a need for curators in the east. I could also pursue a career in painting, sculpting, ceramics or several other forms of creative art.”
    “But?” he drawled, watching her frown at his persistence.
    “I’m really thirsty,” she declared, turning swiftly toward the door and heading for the kitchen.

Chapter Three
    Rylan followed closely as she made her way down the hallway to the back of the house. She crossed the kitchen, grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with water. Then she drank thirstily.
    He opened the refrigerator and got a can of beer. “So what are your plans for the rest of your life?” he demanded, leaning against the doorjamb while he drank and watched her every move.
    Callie gave him a frown.